Se Proetoimasía [open hunting]

Minksplash tugged at the pelt that was around her shoulders, bringing it taut in the comforting manner she often did. It was hard to truly explain to anyone else just how comforting the pelt had been to her, save for Grebedance. Her former mentor, as well as her mother Harebounce, were likely the only two cats that could understand the full capacity of what the pelt had to offer her. The russet molly considered herself lucky just about every time she groomed the fur to be able to participate in the familial tradition, to be able to wear it as a sign of pride. It was so many things to her, and the fact that it matched her own fur was more than perfect.

But that wasn't the point of her current trip. It wasn't to flaunt off the pelt. No, instead, it was to gather as many warriors and apprentices as she could to help prepare a... feast, of sorts. A type of celebration, a thank you to everyone that had been working so hard. So the white-pawed warrior found her way to the middle of camp, having been careful to make sure that her mother and Perchstar weren't within close earshot.

"Riverclan! As many warriors and apprentices as possible! Let's go out hunting! This way, if we encounter any predators, there's so many of us they won't stand a chance. But the pain point..." She trailed off, waiting for them to gather, "...is that I'd like to get a small feast together. Perchstar and Poppyshine, Dovesight, Sandypaw... all of us have worked very hard lately. So, let's go get some good prey and enjoy it!" She beamed. It was basically any other hunting patrol... just that their catches would have a much more immediate purpose.

Once she'd made her call, the molly set out, her tail and head held high. She kept the mink pelt perfectly balanced around her shoulders, having gotten used to its weight and how to move with it. It wasn't like Grebedance's pelt, that could be worn on her head and body, so it had been a different challenge to adjust to it. Still. She loved the comfort she found in it. "Yowl if you run into any predators, we'll all come running." The molly commented, as she led the group through Riverclan's territory.

With the patrol now among the beech copse, Minksplash gave a flick of her tail. It was the best, silent indicator that she had for people to go find what they could. After all, here, they'd find a plenty variety of prey.

That variety would come into fruition as the molly spotted a lump of fluff hopping its way about. Ears perked up in curiosity, as well as excitement, and the molly was quick to go after it. It was through some luck that it had a twisted paw, making its hops much slower. What would've been a difficult chase allowed Minksplash to easily go after it, grabbing the rabbit by its neck in a swift motion. Pride sparkled in her eyes for being able to catch such a delicacy, and prancing paws carried it to a cluster of rocks that could be used as a mini kill pile for the time being. Deciding to hang around to be able to motion to any other cats that they'd place their prey there, she sat her catch down, observing.

Minksplash attempted to catch a rabbit... success! -3SP

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'Hunting Dice' : 1

A soft purr rumbled in her throat as she groomed herself, tongue getting a little caught in the lengths of her long and thick fur. It was unlike her to spend so long without her coat on, but there she was, bicoloured fur being carefully slicked back down after a thorough clean. Grebedance was warm and comfortable, on the edges of either a nap or continuing to stay up and keep watch over the quiet camp. As if giving her an answer to what she should do, Minksplash began rounding cats up, insisting on a hunt and a feast. The warrior could never say no to adventures outside of camp, and her claws were itching for something to sink themselves into.

Wordlessly she had pulled her raccoon pelt back on and followed along, interest piqued as they headed for trees, not the usual river. Her land-hunting skills were not as sharp, but she was always willing to hone them, acknowledging that if all else failed she could make a quick trip to the water to contribute to tonight's feast. As the others peeled off, she kept careful watch for predators, a little less nervous due to the lack of Perchstar - who she slightly believed to be a sign of bad luck; bait for waiting foxes. Her gaze eventually settled on a chaffinch moving erratically through the undergrowth, clearly uncomfortable being so low to the ground versus perched high above.

Perhaps the bird was having a bad day, or Grebedance got lucky and managed to stay downwind; she was unsure, but she found herself with the bird in her jaws very quickly, purring lightly. Pushing a bush apart with a forepaw, the warrior hid her catch, hoping it wouldn't attract any negative attention.

Grebedance caught a chaffinch! -3SP

Grebedance:
40/40HP
97/100SP

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'Hunting Dice' : 1

Woolywing lay in the warriors' den at last, relatively content. Though he loved Sandypaw as a sort of surrogate sister, he definitely wasn't going to miss the overpowering smell of herbs. He could think a lot clearer in his own den. Although, given how much time he'd spent in the medicine den, it was becoming something of a second home to him. He ought to be an honourary medicine cat, he thought with a soft chuckle to himself. It would certainly help Dovesight to have another cat helping out, though he wasn't sure he'd be of much use. All the herbs smelled the same to him, and he couldn't identify them like he could animals.

He squirmed a bit around his nest, trying to get in a comfortable position, but he abandoned that activity immediately when he heard Minksplash calling the warriors. He heard the gist of it from the den, but he got to his feet and padded over towards her voice anyhow. He didn't want to miss any details. "Brilliant idea, Minksplash! And good call on the big patrol. Strength in numbers and all that." He hesitantly walked up to her, praying his whiskers would stop him bumping into her entirely, and brushed her shoulder in a friendly gesture as they left camp. He stayed close by her until they got to their destination, silently relying on her for orientation.

Minksplash broke off from him without verbal warning and his heart quickened for a moment. Did she spot something? Was there danger? His mind conjured up images of predators, foxes and snakes and dogs all attacking the patrol. He forced himself to take a deep breath to steel his nerves. He sniffed the air, inhaling deeply. He smelled Minksplash. Some other cats, too. But no predators. "Everyone alright?" he called out, their verbal confirmation the last comfort he needed before he calmed down enough to search for prey of his own.

He lowered himself almost onto his stomach, sniffing the ground and the air around him. The faint scent of mouse filled his nostrils, making his ears prick up and bringing a small smile to his muzzle. He crept forward, following the scent. The whiskers on his feet brushed the ground beneath him, assuring him that there was nothing dangerous to step on. It was slow doing, but he was pinpointing the mouse.

A small while after he smelled the mouse, he heard it. A soft rustle, paired with tiny breathy squeaks. The sound wasn't moving, so it clearly hadn't spotted him yet. That, or it was very stupid. Creeping ever closer and praying it couldn't sense him, he prepared to jump. This was going to be entirely a shot in the dark, but he was willing to try. He had to be able to hunt if he was to stay a warrior, after all.

He pounced, paws outstretched roughly in the direction of the mouse. It had obviously heard him at that point, and a frightened squeak left the creature. He landed, feeling it dart past his paw faster than he could grab it. He heard it for a few more seconds, then it was gone. Woolywing cursed under his breath, deflated. He'd known it would be hard to hunt now. It wasn't as if he expected his first try to work... But he couldn't help feeling somewhat dejected. He listened out for signs of his Clanmates, walking towards them a little just in case."Missed it," he announced quietly, conscious of the others stalking their prey. Well, if at first you don't succeed, he thought to himself encouragingly.

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'Hunting Dice' : 9

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'Hunting Dice' : 7

Sprucebark was excited when he heard all about the plan to get a feast for mom and Perchstar he followed his sister Minksplash and everyone else out as well.  It was a big hunintg party so they would have lots of food for all.  He hoped that they could find some nice looking flowers for mum too.

"Minksplash? do you remember mum's favorite flowers? he asked his sister.

Her pelt was super cool and he was glad that it made her so happy.

As everyone split up more or less he looked around for prey as well for their feast.  It would be nice if they had variety so when he saw a squirrel he decided to go for it even if it was not easy for him to catch.

Sprucebark tries to catch a squirrel -3 sp

He caught it!

Purring he was happy to have caught that.  He checked around to make sure the others were okay.  Yeah everything is okay woolly dont worry. He called to his blind friend

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'Hunting Dice' : 2

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'Hunting Dice' : 4

Rowanpaw had been sat in the middle of camp, watching cats mill about– until his sister's voice roused the cats in camp, summoning them for a massive hunting party. The fluffy apprentice's ears stood forward at that, and his shoulders twitched with the desire to follow after them. Something he couldn't place had held him back, though, kept him fixed in place. That was until Stormdance shuffled forward with a smile and a soft offer. Rowanpaw eyed him, almost suspiciously, until a toothy smile cracked his features and he nodded. "Of course," he mewed evenly, hopping to his paws to follow closely behind Stormdance.

It was nice, to follow such a large patrol out. It was a nice day, too, not overbearingly hot. It just felt good. With the rest of the patrol slightly ahead and Stormdance right at his side, Rowanpaw felt a sense of security flush through his fur as they walked. Everyone spread out quickly in search of their own prey, and the apprentice's eyes traveled to Stormdance, curious to see where he was heading. He hadn't walked off anywhere, though; instead, he was staring after Brookstone while she hunted. Rowanpaw's eyes narrowed, studying, before he huffed and turned away with a swish of his tail.

Finding prey was surprisingly easy, considering the amount of cats out in pursuit of it. Rowanpaw didn't have to stalk around before a small, golden bird lighted in front of him, and he dropped into a crouch. It might not have been as practiced and smooth as the warrior's stances were, but it was efficient enough. Creeping forward on careful paws, he gathered his weight in his haunches and sprang forward. It nearly got away from him, wings unfurling to take flight, but sharp claws dragged it back into place before it could go any further. With a gentle nip to its neck, it stopped struggling, and Rowanpaw lifted it gingerly between his teeth. When his sight found Stormdance again, a catch of his own at his paws, Rowanpaw wasted no time in hurrying over. Dropping the bird unceremoniously next to the vole, "Mine is bigger." It wasn't. If anything, the vole was. That didn't stop him from puffing his chest out, though, batting softly at both their catches. Privately, he hoped Stormdance would praise him for his catch.

Rowanpaw attempted to catch a bird. Catch successful! -3 SP.

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'Hunting Dice' : 6

The russet she-cat could only beam with joy as she saw more and more of her clanmates appearing. They all seemed rather eager on the idea, pulling away any doubt that had developed into her mind. Her gaze drifted between all of her clanmates, even settling on her brother. It was curious to her that he had yet to earn his warrior name, but that was something that would find them all within due time. She herself had been the first of her siblings to get her name, having seemed eager to zip right to warriorhood. She had an amazing mentor to guide her, with Grebedance still being a warrior she viewed with extremely high regards. Perchstar giving her Grebedance as a mentor was still the best decision that had ever been made, and that was a view that wouldn't go away.

Speaking of the warrior, it was a bit of a surprise that she had come along with her hunting party. A loud purr rumbled from her chest, certainly welcoming her former mentor along. If anything, that only put more security within their numbers. She wouldn't have to worry at all about what could happen, Grebedance was along. Not to mention... So many cats had joined in. It warmed her heart.

That wasn't an excuse to stop hunting, though. As happy chitters filled the air, so would the desire to hunt more prey. Happy paws bounced along the beech copse, searching for a quieter thicket that could yield a good piece of prey. Nothing would likely be able to top the rabbit that she had just caught, but hopefully, something could. It was the chirping of a toad that caught her attention, her ear flicking as the odd noise was unmistakeable amongst any other voices. However, it seemed another unmistakeable voice would hiss her way. Her gaze whipped towards the source, and her green eyes widened. Fish-brains!

"GREBEDANCE! ROWANPAW! BROOKSTONE! GUYS!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs. Calling for help was one of the rules that she had established, and she was about to do it before the long-necked, hissing creature in front of her got carried away. Or until she got carried away. As soon as she had regained a sharp breath, the molly recoiled back, pouncing at the creature with claws outstretched. The angered HONCK! pierced her ears, and she soon felt the beak embedding itself into her hindquarter in response, leaving the molly drawing out a hiss. She hoped the rest of the patrol would get there quickly.

Minksplash attempts to catch a toad.. uh-oh! That's a honkin' goose!
Minksplash used Jumping Strike! She dealt 11 (8+3) damage and used 7 stamina.
The goose uses Beaked Thrust! It dealt 10 damage and cost 15 stamina.

Minksplash
30 / 40 HP (-10)
87 / 100 SP (-6, -7)

Goose
44 / 55 HP (-11)
155 / 170 SP (-15)